Congratulations! By helping your master defeat King Wotan and trap the soul of his right-hand man in your scythe, you have achieved the levels of [Weathermaker] and [Reaper]!
+30 hp, +10 sp, +2 vit, +2 ski, +2 agi, +3 i
t, +2 cha, +2 lack.
When you reach level 30 in [Reaper], your career has reached its limit! You can no longer level up, but you gain the capstone skill [Charon's Grim Harvest]!
[Charon's Grim Harvest]: Death capstone, 5 SP per second. You summon phantoms around you, flying scythes, which instinctively seek out all non-undead creatures near you, collecting their souls. The scythe deals moderate [Psychic] damage on contact, and if one kills the target, their soul is transferred to your main scythe, as if affected by [Helheim] Pe
k has the same impact. With every soul gained, Pe
The radius of k will increase exponentially.
By consuming many fresh souls and capping your [Reaper] class, your scythe evolves into [Charon's Scythe]!
[Charon's Scythe]: Increases critical hit by 30 points; causes STR/VIT debuff on successful hits.
Well, it was bound to happen. Reaper Class and Vai
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Break through the level 60 limit and let Victo
I was a little happy, but it couldn't make up for the exhaustion after the battle.
"Are we there yet?" Winkle asked as they flew over the shores of the New World, leaving the Dagger Coast behind.
"The pyramid is right there," Victor pointed with his scythe at a tipping point on the horizon. Even though the sun was setting, he could still see dozens of crimson winged ships flying over the area, the first sign of civilization since they had sunk Grandrak's island. "This is the Great Pyramid of Kukulkan, the capital of the Taten Empire."
It didn't take them long to reach the city built in the middle of the blood lake.
Despite its ominous nature, the place couldn't have looked more awe-inspiring. Much larger than any city on the Mistral Continent, Datang's capital is an entire island connected to the lakeshore by four bridges, each representing a cardinal point. These houses are almost all built with orange bricks and are arranged very neatly, contrasting with the chaotic Mu
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In sharp contrast. Huge alleyways all lead to the heart of the city, a massive Mesoamerican pyramid as tall as the Empire State Building.
"I smell the undead everywhere," Vai
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Aim for the pyramid and say. Unlike Dennar Harbor, no ships tried to stop them; in fact, they got out of the way.
"It's a vampire theocracy, ruled by immortal priests," Victor explains. "This is where the Red Plague of Vampires comes from, brought to the Old World by explorers of the New World. Most citizens are reptilian lizards, and the best are rewarded with inanimate creatures."
He had also heard that they sacrificed their enemies to feed their elite, but thought it wiser not to mention it.
"Batli
gs, huh?" Winkle snorted, gazing down at the group of humanoid lizards looking at him in awe. "At least these are graduated, which is a sign of aristocratic sophistication. "
"It's okay, Your Majesty, these people are friendly," Victor said, noticing a group of people waiting for them in the main square at the base of the pyramid. As night falls, mist swirls around the pyramid, taking on the shape of an albino lizard.
As usual, Winkle landed on the square and blew bricks in all directions, making his presence known loud and clear. Victor's own landing was much more cautious.
The crowd that welcomed them was almost exclusively reptilian, but the species that made up the crowd was surprisingly diverse. While there were many lizardfolk, some of whom were clearly vampires, Victor noticed among them were many winged kobolds, serpentine creatures, and even flying dragons.
The vampire lizards are clearly the leaders, each wearing an elaborate Aztec-like feathered dress. One stands out among the crowd, an albino lizard wearing an elaborate winged hat and holding a cane shaped like a large mosquito, the symbol of Camilla. Victor immediately used [Monster Insight] on him.
High Priest of Solot
Lizard vampire ancestor (immortal/reptilian)
Strong resistance to Holy, Evil, Moon, Fury, Darkness, Fire, Lightning, Blood, Frost, Undead, Drain, Instant Death, Mind Control, Disease, Poison, Fatigue, Sleep, and Beasts.
Weak to sunlight, life, killers, and scale demons.
One of the original vampires of Ofremont, a follower of Camilla, is older than most nations. A graceful undead with a vampiric hatred of nature, he is currently a "socially responsible" vampire who only drinks the blood of disgraceful politicians.
"Welcome, great guests!" said the priest, his voice old but full of power. "I am one of the 31 spiritual guides of the Solotto Empire." Mother Camilla foretold your coming. "
"Ah, a fierce orator," Wacker said. "Perfect. Minion, notify us."
"I am Victor Dalton, minister to His Majesty the Goldenbeard Knight Bain, August Emperor of the V&V Empire, Ishfania, the Pirate Sea, and the Alban Mountains. He is also known as the Defender of the Treasure, The liberator of the minions, the greatest gladiator, billionaire adventurer and emissary of dragon civilization.”
"A great evil is near, priest," Wacker announced. "The despicable Gold Killer Freeburn will soon turn El Dorado into its leader! We must stop him!"
"That too."
"We Thais will help you fulfill your sacred mission," the priest replied. You will be honored guests this night and for the next few nights. We will arrange a great livestock feast to celebrate your arrival. "
"I want a lava bath!" Vai
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Order. "I'm tired, rich, and important."
"You'll get it."
This made the dragon stop. "You...you have a lava bath?"
"Of course we do," the pastor replied, much to Wink's surprise. He obviously didn't expect them to agree to his unrealistic demands. "Dragons are great and powerful creatures, and from the earliest nights of the Empire, we have revered those few who have passed their wisdom down to us."
"I also want the Minions to satisfy my every whim," Winkle demanded, trying her luck.
"Bring the dragon-loving servants." The vampire priest raised his wand and ordered. Immediately, a group of one hundred winged kobolds came to Wicker's side. Many of them wore strange fur cloaks.
Then, before the Prime Minister could react, the kobold fell at V&V's feet, with his back turned to him. After careful observation, Victor finally saw the true face of the cloak.
When questioning you.
"Our guests are too important to walk on the grounds of ordinary citizens," Xolotl continued. "Our servants will make sure you never have to step outside your private quarters. Go ahead and try it."
Victor glanced at his master, who was completely speechless at this groveling attitude, and then hesitantly stepped on the kobold's back. "Does it hurt?" the minister asked, hoping he hadn't crushed the poor guy's back. "Am I too heavy?"
"Perfect!" the kobold replied in an...excited voice. "The feeling of being trampled by a higher being fills me with joy!"
“We are experimenting with Minion chairs so guests can sit anywhere,” the pastor continued. "And the flatterers, they'll flatter you while you're in the shower. They'll remind you throughout your stay how kind and smart you are."
Victor could almost see the gears turning in Winkle's head as he probably imagined new ways to order his followers. "Manling Victor, this is the greatest archaeological discovery since gold mining!" he declared. "We found a lost civilization of advanced minions! Much more advanced than yours!"
"I will do my best to reach that stage of development, Your Majesty." Victor said expressionlessly.
"It's okay, slave, I forgive you. You are only half a dragon."
Victor had to admit, these vampires knew how to receive guests.
They gave an entire wing of the pyramid to Winkle and Victor, each larger than the vizier's estate. With a king-size golden bed, a magical mirror that doubles as a flat-screen TV, a Jacuzzi, a sauna, a hammam, and a small private pristine football pitch, Death's own room is the pinnacle of luxury.
How did the architect put all of this in one place?
Regardless, Victor traded his armor for a dressing gown, which the kobold servants eagerly served him. He jumped up on the bed, the feather mattress soft to the touch and he could sink into it.
But unfortunately, he had a few things to check before enjoying this warm place.
"Isabel?" Victor closed his eyes, focusing on the demonic CEO, praying that she was okay. If Chocolate
e did not hinder his Pe on the plane
If k, he would contact her first. "Yeah?"
"Yes, dear?" the voice replied warmly, telepathically.
"Oh, thank those big demons, you're still alive!"
"Why should I die?" the governor replied angrily.
Because he thinks some werewolf killed her. "Oh, we, we almost died here, I had to check on you; especially since you just started your new job. Chocolate said she had a few words with you."
"The werewolf girl?" We had a great chat and I liked her. She knows how hell works and she might be a demon herself. We will definitely do business in the future. "
Really?
"However, I later came home to find my guard had been killed and there was a bull's head on my bed," she admitted. "Why?"
"Because the only horse in Silent Forest is mine." Victor replied with a sigh. Apparently, although chocoli
e agree not to murder rivals, Godfather-style intimidation remains a viable strategy.
"I understand...do you know who the murderer is?"
"No," the minister lied.
"I get it," she replied in a tone that suggested she felt the opposite, and then added, sultryly. "When will you come back?"
"At least a month or two."
"I have a surprise for you when you get back, but I won't telepathically ruin it. Take care."
Victor ended the correspondence in confusion, then mentally checked his allies in Silent Grove and Winklehaven. Since they would be opening an embassy in the Soten Empire, likely a permanent gateway to their own empire, he asked Allison, Malfi, Mir, and Vankel's key minions to prepare for the crossing as soon as possible.
"We will take good care of the princesses that Fankle brings us," Allison said. "Poor girls, loneliness has a terrible effect on their sanity."
"Can you find any of their living relatives?" Victor asked. "We should try to return them to their loved ones if we can."
"Fankel won't be happy."
"I'll make up some excuse, and Dragon has a catch-and-release program. He'll understand."
At this point, Victor understands how dragons work, their methods, and what arguments can be used to convince them. Winkle, though indifferent, is now no longer indifferent to others' feelings; he may be more willing than ever to accept such advice.
"Also, I have received disturbing news," Victor dropped the bomb, "We have a hierarchical problem."
Allison's answer took a moment to arrive. "are you sure?"
"Of course, I suspect he was an isolated case. Vaquier buried the fairy lord under an erupting island, but I doubt he was dead." As a good minister, Victor refused to believe it The enemy was dead until he disposed of the body himself. "I'll tell you the coordinates of that place, and I want you to keep an eye on it."
"We're going to do it. I'm also going to tell everyone to be on high alert."
Victor nodded, and after sharing the approximate coordinates of the island, he stopped communicating. His "Monster Insight" mentions the Crown of Souls...could it be an unknown type of emblem that conferred professional rank, or even fairyhood?
"You're going to die," said a new voice.
The minister interrupted the conversation and looked at his scythe and the new soul inside it.
"My master is still alive, beneath the ground, furiously rebelling against his bonds," the Valkyrie Sigrun taunted him. "My sisters will find you! You can run away, but you cannot escape His Highness's punishment-"
Victor mentally muffled the sound of the scythe, leaving the Valkyrie to scream at him in vain. This is one of the tricks he learned in Shilin.
A sulphur-colored door opened into the room, causing the kobold servants to panic before Victor raised a hand to calm them. It's about time, he thought, as Chocolat walked in. He began to wonder if the demons were planning to kidnap her for ransom.
"Haha!" Chocolati
e changed her skirt into an undignified black corset with a pair of tiny wings and a devil's tail. "How do I look?" "How do I look?"
"That's great," Victor replied, not noticing the receipt in her hand. "What's this?"
"The fee," she said, handing him the money. "The succubus said there's an extra charge for air travel."
It’s a way of saying it! “Thank God I make as much money as a third world dictator,” Victor exclaimed after reading the numbers on the check. "That was before Waikr was axed."
"What is this place?" Chocolate asked as Victor hid the receipt under the mattress and the werewolf wrapped his arms around his neck. "In the grave?"
"The Central Pyramid of the Thai Empire."
"Thaote
?Great! You should invite Jules too, he's always wanted to come here. Did they really build their capital in the middle of a lake of blood?”
"Yeah, I still don't know how they did it."
"Silly, apparently one demon at a time!"
Her childish excitement made all his worries and fatigue melt away. "We can go sightseeing if you want," Victor said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.
"Oh, can we try some local food?" I want to add new recipes, I believe you can only understand another culture by tasting it. "
Victor made no comment on her ambiguous choice of words, nor did he have the courage to deny her. "Whatever you want," he said, kissing her lips briefly. After the tense relationship with Wotan ends, he feels relieved to be in her arms again. He was speechless, but the werewolf's company gave him some peace that no other woman could. This was while she was insane.
"You're so cute, Vic," she said after breaking the kiss. "I'm sure we'll learn a lot!" I mean, you can't build a country as big as themselves without letting many species coexist. I know they get a bad rap because they gave us vampires, but Charlene is one of them and she's super nice!"
As if in answer to her thoughts, a mist burst into the room and soon gathered around the High Priest Sorolo. If he was surprised by Chocolate's appearance, he didn't show it and just said hello to her. The caster may keep them under close surveillance. "Dear guest, beloved of the goddess, I hope you can find accommodation suitable for your status"
"I appreciate your hospitality," Victor said, frankly impressed. "I'm sure Fankle is the same."
"You see I am glad," the priest said in an ancient way of speaking, and then showed what he himself claimed was the mark on his arm, beneath his priestly garments. Because he didn't speak like a reincarnated man, Victor guessed that the goddess claimed the reptile as a personal favor. "I will gladly taste your blood as you taste mine, so that we may become the goddess's chosen brethren."
"It's...intimate..."
"Vic, I bit you in all the important places, and I'm sure Charlene did too," Chocolat said with a happy smile. "Shouldn't you get used to it?"
"You're doing a disservice."
"If drinking blood is too close, maybe we can each cut a piece of flesh and taste each other?" The priest made a compromise suggestion.
"Oh, do you also use devils to make cakes?" Chocolate interrupted, suddenly interested.
"We have many unique recipes," Xolotl replied, clearly proud to show off his culture to foreigners. "The devil's path, the chocolate-filled phoenix heart, the little devil Fili... However, I still insist on the exchange ritual." in that
In the novel, blood connection is the highest expression of trust and friendship. "
In diplomacy, as in the bedroom, sacrifices must be made... "But please be gentle while we speak, okay?"
Now he realized that wasn't the best way to describe it...
"Excellent. Just as one would expect from a man worthy of a goddess, a supreme servant of the Dragon Lord."
"About this, how did you achieve such...a level of cultural accomplishment?" It hurts just to say it.
"We in Thailand are a highly developed society," the pastor said, as if repeating a script. "Yes, a very advanced society."
"You can take off your mask," Victor said. "I know a kindred spirit."
"Oh, thank Goddess, you understand my pain," the priest said, a statement that resonated with the minister. "One dragon at a time, scaly brothers. Our empire is ancient, and although we have only seen a few dragons, dragons represent chaos. We have found that it is easier to appease them with these guest rituals than to let the fiery ones It’s much easier to loot our livestock in the countryside.”
"Oh, can you show us around your city?" Chocolati
e asked. “I want to visit every corner!”
"Happy. To be honest, we in Taiwan love to have good relations with foreign countries. Our attempts to establish ties with overseas countries ended in disaster when they rejected Sister Camilla's gift and massacred our envoys."
Extort money. A plague to some, a gift to others. "But we are preparing for war," Victor warned. "Go against your ex."
"Very well. Fighting against soulless heathens in the name of a goddess is thaaote
Our responsibilities require more sacrifices. The Lake of Life needs fresh blood. "
"Do you know Isengrim, the greatest god who ever lived?" Chocolate preached about her divinity. "He is so kind and amazing!"
"We know about the Great Hunter, who was granted a temple in our holy city, but we value Mother Camilla above all others," Solot answered, before turning his attention again. Victor. "When I answer the call of the goddess, we Teng are equals to rule the undead. Thirty of my fellow rulers will demand gifts and tribute from me in exchange for my help. Especially access to the El Dorado."
"Oh?" Victor frowned, "They would rather fight than go there?"
"Jincheng is a cursed place. I told the evil dragon that he wasn't the first to find it, but he still wanted to go there."
"Curse?" Victor asked.
"It attracted many foreigners, thieves and would-be conquerors and allowed few of them to leave," the priest said. "There's a Cataclysm trapped there, a 'super beast', or so they call it. It can't escape the city's vaults, but it can still summon greedy ones. The lich you hunted must have responded Its temptation. Regardless, my companions will not risk bringing the curse upon their own pyramids without proper compensation."
"Is this appropriate?" Victor asked, displaying his "Holy Grail" on the bedside table. "This is a powerful artifact. Camilla asked me to give it to you. It can resurrect the dead under certain circumstances and provide the illusion of life."
"How interesting." The priest nodded and cast a few spells to identify the thing. "This is a sacred object."
"I can lend it to you to study, and in exchange you can go to El Dorado and open negotiations for military assistance."
"That should do it," the priest announced, pleased with the suggestion. "We priests of Camilla are always studying immortality so that we can share the gift of immortality to all. Once we have perfected vampirism, we will embrace each other as brothers when the sun rises. One night, We will cure death of all living things in Overmond!"
"Also, if you were part of a cult, could you provide me with equipment?" Chocolati
e giggles. "I really need rope, a sacrificial knife, and a pig."
"We don't have 'pig', but we have llamas," the priest replied. "Do you want to sacrifice it? Does your god want blood?"
"It's just to, uh..." Victor trembled, struggling to find the right expression in polite society, and then gave up. "Reproduction".
"Breed? With the beast?" The priest suddenly understood. "Oh, I see. You are to offer sacrifices before the bride's bedding to enhance your manhood."
It's a way of saying, "So can you help?" Chocolate asked, clearly eager to do it after visiting the city.
"I will have the temple servants bring you what you need, and even more. (Summoning Items)." The priest raised his cane, and a crimson potion appeared in his hand. "This sacred elixir brings health to the living. Yes, very good health!"
"But you priests are immortal." Victor frowned.
"In the undead, it provides spiritual health," the priest answered. "I wouldn't recommend drinking coffee with a blessed person unless you can put them in a safe, secluded environment. The effects are very strong to the uninitiated. Drink it now and it will be in the game Purify your body of impurities before you begin.”
Solor then politely excused himself to "see the feast of the cattle," leaving the bottle with Victor and his favorite werewolf. The minister took his first sip, and although it didn't taste like blood, he couldn't describe the mixture.
It feels like it has no effect.
Darwin's activation. You will be counted as [Undead] for the purpose of [Mushroom Wine Power].
The journey to the universe is about to begin. Prepare yourself.
A journey through the universe? Like, teleportation?
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Why did his fingers start to look like snakes?
